Who the hell? "Why are they calling me this early in the morning," I asked myself. Ring Ring. "Hello," I said. "Tim do you think you can cover Becky this morning?" "Yes, I suppose. " "What time would you like me to come in?" "At 8:30." "Alright, I'll see you then." God, I hate going to work. I feel like my job is a sin. Everyday, I give hungry maniacs greasy, undercooked food and flat Cokes, just so they can make it through the day. I don't know if it's that I need a day off, or do I need to quit this stupid job all together, but I need to spice up my life a bit. "What time is it?" I look at the clock and it's already 8:03. I run to go get in the shower and when I get out it's already 8:20. I scurry down the stairs to the lobby and run out the front door. As I walk, I notice a huge 18 wheeler stuck in the round about. There was also was a policeman directing traffic. I asked him, "Whats going on?" He responded, " You have to go down Black Ave and turn on Grove St." I tried to explain to him that I work across the street at the diner and he continues to dismiss my comments. After I realize the inconsiderate cop will not let me through, I walk around and get to work at 8:43. As soon as I walk in, my boss chews me out on how irresponsible I am. Before the jackass could tell me my section for the day, I state, "I QUIT." I walk out slowly and with a sense of justification back to Finch Pointe and relax.
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